Beyond the Divorce

Celine couldn't keep her composure. She glanced at me and calmly said, "Kenzie is serious and doesn't smile much."

"Is she the same with you?" I asked as I turned to Celine.

Although Kenzie maintained a cold and arrogant expression, I could tell from her tightly clenched fists that she was exerting a lot of effort to control herself.

When I saw that, I smirked mischievously and pulled apart Kenzie's hands that were clasped together, saying, "Don't grip your own hands so tightly. Doesn't it hurt? Why are you so at odds with yourself?"

Kenzie suddenly raised her head, and a fierce glint shot out from her eyes, piercing straight toward me. I quickly leaned into Atlas's embrace, pretending to be afraid as I said, "What's wrong? Why are you being so fierce? I was just teasing you. After all, I'm happy to be back home. Do you really have to look at me like that?"

As he glared at Kenzie, Atlas's eyes immediately turned cold like a hawk's. An indescribable chill emanated from him, sending shivers down my spine.

Kenzie quickly averted her gaze and clasped her hands tightly in front of her abdomen, bowing and taking a step back. "You've misunderstood, Madam. I was just startled by your sudden touch, and it was a reflexive reaction. I won't do it again."

"Looks like I misunderstood. But you did look very fierce just now," I insisted.

presumptuous of me," she said in a

you've reached your limit, Grandma

down, Madam." Kenzie bowed again, speaking

Celine said coldly, giving

steps back, and quickly turned

here today to find some trouble. It was unreasonable to live so comfortably in someone else's house and still expect to be comfortable, wasn't it? I would be

my gaze fell on a rocking chair that

was also white, it didn't look like it belonged in the

dressed old woman was seated in the rocking

must be the ruthless Adeline Myer, David Pierce's mistress and

wore an off-white silk dress, a.modern blouse, and wide-legged trousers. Her chestnut-colored hair was meticulously styled and pinned up at the back of her head

was still sharp despite her age. It was clear from her hairstyle that the old witch was still ambitious and desired

her wrist, which matched

walk in while she sat there rocking idly in the rocking